The public settlement is really in chaos.

The six masked men are being captured everywhere.

Patrolman, spy, Green Gang member...

Almost everyone took action.

Anyone with a foreign accent will be questioned.

Yuan Zhonghe was carrying a rattan box in his hand, wearing a long gown and a pair of glasses, looking elegant and elegant.

He is a veteran, and if he is asked to charge into battle and kill himself, he may not dare.

But Yuan Zhonghe was confident that there was still some way to get him through.

He seems to be looking for someone all the time.

"stop."

Suddenly, two people blocked his way. The taller one looked him up and down: "What are you doing?"

The pidgin Shanghainese dialect is mixed with the Northern Jiangsu accent.

In the Xinghua area.

Judging from his attire, his bulging waist, and his obvious gun carry, he must be a secret agent from the patrol room.

Yuan Zhonghe immediately bowed and said in a strong Xinghua accent: "I am the representative of Xingtong Trading Company, and I came to Shanghai to buy cloth."

"Xingtong Trading Company?"

The tall man asked casually: "Where in northern Jiangsu are you from?"

"Xinghua."

"Xinghua?"

"Yes, yes, it belongs to Xinghua Dazou Changrong."

"Hey, I met a fellow countryman."

Yuan Zhonghe seemed to realize now: "Ah, are you from Changrong too?"

"No, for fishing."

"Ah? Then we are very close. We are real fellow villagers." Yuan Zhonghe quickly took out his cigarettes and handed one to each of them: "My surname is Yuan, Yuan Genrong, who are you?"

"My name is Jin Debao, he is my cousin, Jin Decai."

"Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you. How about you two?"

Jin Debao looked to the side: "He's from the patrol room."

Yuan Zhonghe was startled: "That's the boss."

"What kind of boss? I can't compete with the people doing business with you."

Yuan Zhonghe took out a match and lit cigarettes for them: "Boss, I see people are being arrested everywhere. What happened?"

Jin Debao lowered his voice: "He killed people, didn't you know? He killed a lot of people, and even robbed Japanese banks. Now he is arresting people everywhere. If he encounters foreigners on the road, he will investigate them."

"ah!"

Yuan Zhonghe looked bitter: "That's terrible, my family is still waiting for me to go back. What should I do, what should I do?"

After sighing there for a while, he suddenly thought of a way: "By the way, two bosses, I want to trouble you and help my fellow villagers. If I don't go back, it will be difficult for the company's accounts to be settled."

"this……"

Jin Debao hesitated for a moment: "It stands to reason that we Xinghua people are the most united. Even those who come out to have their heads shaved have to help each other, but now the limelight is really tight..."

"I know, I know."

Yuan Zhonghe looked both ways, reached into his pocket and took out twenty yuan, then took off his watch and stuffed it into Jin Debao's hand:

"Fellow, help me, I have to help you no matter what."

Jin Debao was still refusing, and Jin Decai said: "Brother, we arrested six people. I heard that the leader can also speak Japanese. This is our fellow villager. Could it be that he is still a masked man?"

"This is also true."

Jin Debao took advantage of the situation and accepted Dayang and the watch: "If the fellow villagers don't help each other, that's just talk. Don't be scolded when you go back. Come on, I'll take you to the pier, find a boat and leave Shanghai.

No matter where you get off the boat, go back to Xinghua."

"Thank you, fellow countryman, thank you, fellow countryman."

Yuan Zhonghe bowed repeatedly: "I'll go to the hotel to get some luggage."

…

In the room where Yuan Zhonghe lived, a rattan box was placed casually aside.

He picked up the rattan box and was about to leave when he patted his head and said, "Oh, even though we are fellow villagers, we still need necessary inspections."

Without further ado, I put the box on the bed and opened it. There were clothes on the top layer and a carton of cigarettes.

Yuan Zhonghe picked up the cigarette and stuffed it into Jin Debao's hand: "I don't smoke much, folks, you can keep it."

"That's too polite, that's too polite."

Jin Debao smiled brightly and glanced at the box casually: "Fellow, aren't you slapping me? What can you have in this box? A bomb? You're kidding."

Jin Decai also laughed "hehe".

"Isn't it because I'm afraid that fellow villagers will make it difficult for them to behave?" Yuan Zhonghe closed the box with a smile.

In fact, as long as Jin Debao opened the top of his clothes, underneath, there were packages of small Japanese yen wrapped in newspapers.

A total of thirty thousand!

Yuan Zhonghe is not afraid at all.

He was a member of society in his early years and knows these people very well.

How many people died and what does it have to do with them?

Whether it's a patrolman or a spy, who does this if it's not for money?

There are too few people who are truly responsible.

With twenty yuan, a watch, and a cigarette, Yuan Zhonghe knew he was safe...

…

"Inspector, Teru Ueda was saved. He is very lucky. He was hit by two bullets. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive if he is sent to the hospital later."

"Are you able to speak?"

"As I said, the robber and Ishidao had a grudge again and mentioned a woman's name, Minako, many times."

The subordinates carefully recounted the information they received from Ueda Teru.

How did the robbers torture Ishidao again and how did they kill him.

And there is another "detail":

They were preparing to contact "Xue Sanqiang" to evacuate the concession.

"Minako?"

Nakano Tarōki frowned and picked up the phone: "Answer the Zhengjin Bank and ask for President Ishidao. This is Nakano from the patrol room... President Ishidao, we found an important clue. Does your son know a man named

Minako’s woman?”

On the other end of the phone, Ishishima Hiroshi, who was still immersed in the pain of losing his son, thought for a long time: "I don't know... I know one of the Minakos who is our depositor. She is twenty-nine years old... One is...

The restaurant owner is over fifty... Mr. Nakano, does this have anything to do with the case?"

"I don't know yet, fifty years old? We can rule it out... Do you know where to find the depositor... Okay, okay, please forgive me, we will catch the murderer as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Nakano Taro immediately said: "Let's go and pay a visit to that Minako."

His eyes fell on a series of numbers written on the paper:

"9,12,26,37..."

What secret is hidden in this?

…

The power of spies is still very high. In the past, they were called "Bao Dawei" and their status was still higher than that of ordinary patrol officers.

The patrol officer responsible for the interrogation at the port handed out two cigarettes each and did not interrogate Yuan Zhonghe who was following the Jin brothers.

Yuan Zhonghe bought the boat ticket and thanked the Jin brothers profusely: "Thank you, fellow man. When you have time to go back to your hometown, you must come to Changrong to see me. If you ask about Xingtong Trading Company on the street, everyone will know it."

"Definitely, definitely, get on the ship quickly. Remember to find our brothers when you come to Shanghai again."

"Goodbye."

Yuan Zhonghe turned around with a smile on his face.

Team leader, brothers, I'm leaving first. You can find your own way to leave.

To attract the attention of the Japanese all the way north, Yuan Zhonghe firmly remembered his mission.
Chapter completed!